YARA'S P.O.V.

"I know that he did it," I hissed under my breath. I was hugging myself and rocking back and forth in a chair. I could not stay still because...you should know why. My mind was racing. I was sweating. A big blotch of it was on the middle of my shirt. "He must have. Mabel's and Walker's murders were not random. I refuse to believe it. Nobody would have stabbed them without a motive. Finnegan has the biggest motive."

"I can hear you," Finnegan said in an annoying tone. It was the first time since that he marched into my house that he talked to me. His back was facing me. His arms were crossed. "Glad that I did. I know the real you now and will give you what you have always wanted."

I could not bare to look at him. At his soulless face. My hair fell over my face when I looked down at my shoes. I felt the waterworks in my eyes, but I managed to hold them back. I forced myself to reply. "All...all that I ever wanted...was to spend time with my family and friends for as long as we all lived. And Walker...he was my true love. He and I were made for each other. I...I dreamt of marrying him and having four kids."

I then saw from the corner of my eye Finnegan turning his head towards me. He wrinkled his nose to move his glasses back up. "You want four kids? Four kids is a bit much. Having one or two kids is perfect."

"Do not tell me how many kids I must have. Do not tell me how to live my life, especially after what you did."

He started to slap his hand in his palm. "What. Would. You. Like. Me. To. Do. To. Prove. My. Innocence?!"

I tugged on my fingers. "Simple. Prove that you did not take Walker's and Mabel's lives. Just show me that you were nowhere near them when they perished."

"I cannot."

Anger was building up inside me. I raised my head and tossed back my hair. I finally faced him and jabbed my finger in his nose. "I knew it! You can never prove your innocence because you did it. Y-you murdered them." I scooted away until I fell into the next chair. "You killed Walker and Mabel. Say the words."

"I cannot confess to something that I never did, Yara. I was at home last night. I was in my bedroom the entire time. I explained that to the officers. I might have gone out if someone invited me to join."

I smoothed out my clothes and crossed my leg over the other. I clasped my shaky hands in my lap. "I informed you that I would be busy. But why did you not meet up with Mabel and Walker? Oh, I recall why you did not - supposedly. 'Cause you loathed Walker. You were sooo envious of him. I still see it in your eyes."

Finnegan looked away and rubbed the side of his neck. "I always wondered why you wanted to be with a jerk. I figured that you deserved only the best, so I did all that I could to make you smile. But soon, I realized that you did not care about me. Only Walker."

"I cared about you and Mabel too. I will keep caring for her and Walker." I lowered my voice. "Not you. I could care less about you now. I do not wish pain or death on you, but...I hope that you rot in prison."

I heard sniffing. Was he crying?

"What...what happened to being innocent until proven guilty?"

Before I could answer, Finnegan stood and walked to a cop working behind the counter. He requested to sit in the interrogation room because he felt uneasy out here and wanted to be by himself. The officer accepted since that he was being treated as a suspect and brought him to the interrogation room.

Did I fail to mention that we were at the police station?

Another officer was talking on the phone and hung up. He walked around the counter and up to me. He rested his hands on his belt. "Are you Yara?"

"Yes."

"You were Mabel's best friend and Walker's girlfriend - right?"

A tear trickled down my cheek. "Y-yes. They meant the world to me. T-they still do."

He uttered a heavy sigh. "I just received a call from one of the doctors assigned to Mabel's and Walker's bodies and want to drive you and your parents to the hospital. It is a good idea so you will have some closure."

I got on my aching legs and rubbed my eyes to be rid of the tears. "I will never have any closure until..." I gazed at Finnegan as I let my arms fall at my sides. He was in a chair behind a long and narrow table. He was staring down at the table with his arms lying on it. I balled my hands into fists and gritted my teeth. "...until they have justice."

The officer laid his hand on my shoulder. "My partners and I will make sure that happens."

I nodded. "Thanks."

Later, my parents and I arrived to the hospital. We did not have to wait in the waiting room for long. A doctor - not the one who called the officer - strolled over to us and asked which one of us was Yara.

"I am," I answered. I hesitated. "...I am ready to see the bodies."

Dad stroked the top of my head. "Are you sure that you want to do this, honey?"

"You do not have to if you do not want to," Mom added with a nervous smile. "We do not want you to have any nightmares."

I jumped to my feet and hugged my parents. "Does not matter. I am already in a nightmare."